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[thunderriere]

[ the video opens on the handsome face and stupidly broad shoulders of a rather cheery-looking man, which is a little at odds with the fact that he's in a holding cell in a Heropan police station. it looks like he's wearing some sort of leather-like tunic, like a lightweight armor; there's a bright blue pauldron covering one shoulder, the other bare, and there's clearly a cape attached on one side, but not the other. his hair and beard are both short, neatly trimmed, and his smile is a friendly, genuine sort — again, a little at odds with the scene behind him, where the sliding crossed-bar metal door separates the man from the wider view of the police station, several uniformed officials in the background going about their jobs. ]

[ also, he's got an eye patch. metal. ... literally, it's made of metal. there's a wicked-looking scar running beneath it, from his brow and across his cheek, so the covering is probably deserved. ]

Hello there, New Earth.

[ he waves at the camera. ]

It's quite a different planet than the last Earth I visited. A little less familiar, a little less besieged by aliens. Fewer wizards, maybe. Still mostly human, though, you've got that going for you.

[ although there's some din of other people in the ambient background noise, there's a suspicious-sounding cough caught suspiciously-close to the microphone; the man's single eye flicks away from the camera to instead stare at the suspiciously off-screen source. ]

What? Oh, come on, would you really have preferred an Earth full of Dark Elves?

[ he continues to stare at this suspicious someone off-screen; the camera shifts a little to the side, and starts to turn— ]

[ —there's a somewhat comedic-sounding yelp, and then... some sort of bird call? the camera jostles violently before being covered by something dark. ]

[ a heavy sigh follows. ]

Now you're just being absurd.

[ after a moment, the feed comes back to show a pretty brunette woman in a blue dress, looking like she tumbled in from a semi-casual renaissance faire. she stands stiffly, her arms crossed, sending an absolutely murderous glare towards the first speaker. her lips are pressed tightly together, and she seems to have no intention of actually saying anything. from elsewhere-further off-camera, a younger man's voice: dude! do Beyonce next! ]

You'll have to excuse my brother here. [ the one-eyed man indicates the brunette woman with an extended thumb; there are smears of blood on his fingers, a splash of red all across his palm. he smiles, but it's quite Tired. ] He's a bit of a coward when it comes to meeting new people. Always makes a bad first impression. I can't take him anywhere.

I told you I wouldn't include myself in this. [ the woman (apparently the man's "brother") finally speaks, but her words are hushed and angry, and directed at the one-eyed man. she reaches toward the camera—it swings away from her before she can grab it, and the picture is a blur of color. her voice continues from off-screen in an anxious hiss: ] I'm trying to keep a low profile. Stop talking before you completely ruin it.

If you wanted to keep a low profile, you shouldn't have gotten us arrested the day we got here.

[ the picture finally refocuses from a different angle; it's further away from our idiot leads, who are clearly distracted by their argument. ]

How was I supposed to know they'd overreact? You're the expert on this backwoods planet. [ he isn't given chance to interrupt; the woman barrels on, as if her few minutes of silence had only allowed her thoughts to build up pressure for a flood: ] We don't even have to be here, you know. I can just walk us out whenever we like. This cell isn't even enchanted. [ a beat. ] It's pitiful, really.

We're not becoming fugitives of human law because you don't want to pay bail after you stabbed a man in a diner.

[ the man rolls his single eye and shrugs his shoulders, but looks once more at the camera. he smiles, deflective. just a little spat between siblings! that's normal! ]

Sorry. Where are my manners? I am Thor, son of Odin of Asgard. Thank you for bringing me and my brother to your planet. Unfortunately, I've already had my share of being imprisoned this week, so if any of you would like to barter for my release, that'd be great, thanks.

[ he waves his hand toward the camera — yep, still covered in blood — and the feed ends there. ]

Comments

[notgood]

Maybe that's the case in this instance, but do you think it's impossible for there to be multiple versions of yourself? Or of others? Maybe if there was an 'Odin' here who resembled your father more, would you still think it impossible?

[thunderriere]

There are people who have spoken of knowing me, and have heard tale of my recent life. Things that have only occurred hours and days ago, they have known about for months. I do not believe they intend deceit.

But knowledge is strange, and comes in unusual ways; there are powers in the universe beyond the ken of any mortal. There are sights that would drive you to madness, and powers that would destroy you merely to behold.

What you see, and what you believe — they cannot completely grasp what is real.

[ an inhale for pause, for thought, but his whole body swells with it, like gathering clouds ]

I am Thor, son of Odin, and I know myself, and I know my father. I do not have the sight for all of creation, but were I to meet myself in some strange place, I would know him. If I were to meet my father in some other guise, I would know him.

The man who claims that name is no one I know, and no one I recognize.

[notgood]

I see.

[He never got to meet Thor, on his Earth. Never met Odin, either. He doesn't know what they're supposed to be like- if this Thor is close to the Thor he might never meet anyway. Does it matter Probably not really. But it's... interesting, nonetheless. He won't deny- even though it's through video, he can feel that there is a strong supernatural presence from this Thor. A wisdom as well, that he wouldn't typically assume is normal for Thor, but if the missing eye means anything in relation to the mythos... ]

I know you aren't keen on the idea of talking about your Asgard, but I would still like to hear about it, if you ever find yourself bored. The investment is ... somewhat personal. I'd like to know the correct history.

[thunderriere]

[ he shrugs, head inclining to one side; maybe. maybe not. ]

I am no historian, and the Asgard of old is gone, but I will keep this in mind.

What is your name?

[notgood]

Chauncy Anderson.